"Torah—"

The moment the silver-haired man made a move, an extremely dazzling lightning suddenly flashed in the air between Lu Yuan and him.

The lightning was so brilliant that even Lu Yuan's vision was affected in the slightest.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but the few eyeballs on his shoulders and chest widened suddenly, relying entirely on instinct.

Lu Yuan's eight arms came out together, and it was as if eight blood-colored pythons poked out of the void at the same time.

"Boom" sounded, and directly bit the lightning.

The figure of the silver-haired man was revealed.

He was above Lu Yuan's head, holding a diamond spear, the spear pierced through the palms of the four hideous blood claws, almost an inch away from the vertical line on the center of Lu Yuan's eyebrows, but was choked by the other four blood-colored giant claws.

The four palms were pierced, but Lu Yuan did not have any expression on his face.

The four arms that grabbed the spear and pressed down at the same time, the silver-haired man pressed down, and Lu Yuan turned his head slightly.

Spears glittering with diamonds shot backwards down his cheeks.

The empty four hands slapped forward, up and down, left and right, and made a gesture to pinch the silver-haired man to death.

The silver-haired man's expression changed slightly, and the hand holding the spear let go, raising the diamond shield in his other hand.

"Boom!"

Lu Yuan's four claws slapped directly on the diamond shield, and the terrifying power was transmitted out, and the silver-haired man holding the shield was blasted out by him like a cannonball.

"Boom—"

The silver-haired man landed on the ground, his feet apart and plunged into the ground, plowing two deep ravines in the alloy ground.

Before he could completely neutralize this huge force, Lu Yuan had already blended up.

The huge and hideous body of Shura rolled up, as if a blood-colored wave swept towards it.

After a short time, he caught up with the figure of the silver-haired man and shot wildly.

"Boom, boom!"

A huge blood-colored surging undulating wave, accompanied by circles of dark red ripples rippling out in all directions.

Bright light condensed again and again under the blood, and then it was constantly shattered by dark red ripples.

The fierce fight lasted for more than half a minute.

During this period, there was a thunderous sound that exploded, and the ground was constantly violently shaken and shook as if it had been hammered by a giant.

The aftermath of terrifying energy spread out in waves, and for the Eleventh Throne, which was hiding from the sidelines and watching the battle, this more than half a minute was as long as more than half a century.

He desperately kept his eyes open to see what was going on in the warband, but the area that was raging and terrifying was completely unperceptible to him.

As long as the spiritual power gets a little closer, it will be directly crushed by the violent energy.

The Eleventh Throne struggled between fleeing and staying.

finally

"Bang!"

After a dull loud bang, the dazzling light squeezed and surging blood suddenly burst out.

A hideous, huge blood-colored figure "Oh Oooo" took a few steps back, and then stopped, revealing Lu Yuan's calm figure.

A flash of joy flashed across the Eleventh Throne's face.

But before this joy could bloom, his expression suddenly froze again.

"Ugh"

I saw that in the center of the battle group, the silver-haired man stood quietly in place.

His head hung slightly, his shoulders and back constantly rising and falling, and he was panting for breath.

The clumsy and ornate diamond armor on his body was now completely shattered.

About a quarter of the diamond shield in his hand remained, and it was almost shattered.

His body was also covered in scars, as if he had been cut by countless sharp blades, and one of his arms was in a strange twisted state.

He slowly raised his head, and half of the diamond face on his face was deeply sunken, cracking like porcelain.

Blood trickled down the shattered base of the mask, staining the silver hair of his small body and sideburns red.

"Lord Fangfang."

The Eleventh Throne looked at the silver-haired man's embarrassed appearance and shuddered and spoke.

It was clear that the silver-haired man had been hit hard in the battle just now.

As the most powerful presence in the entire Mossa.

When the Eleventh Throne joined Mossa, Fang was already standing at the level of the Ninth Order.

After so many years, he has always firmly controlled the position of the First Throne, and his strength is so strong that no one in the organization can clearly detect it.

I only know that the fang is powerful, even if the other seventeen thrones join forces to challenge it, they may not be able to compete with it.

But for now. But he was wounded.

And it hurt so badly.

At this moment, an inexplicable emotion surged up from the bottom of the Eleventh Throne's heart, pressing him out of breath, and it seemed that something was quietly collapsing.

"Click-"

Lu Yuan slowly stretched his body, and on the eight-armed body, some wounds and musculoskeletal dislocations quickly recovered.

An even more surging and suppressed killing intent and aura surged up, pouring out like waves in all directions.

"Whew-"

Lu Yuan exhaled lightly, then looked at the silver-haired man in front of him, condescending, and whispered with a hint of appreciation: "You are much better than those guys who were pinched to death by me before."

You're strong."

Lu Yuan's words came from the bottom of his heart.

How strong he is in his current state, even he can't figure out for sure.

With the blessing of Shura's killing and fighting instincts, thinking about it, even if the original Yuanxing Luo Ya, who had a super-god-level mecha body, was now standing in front of him, it was estimated that he would be dismantled into a pile of scraps in a few rounds.

And the silver-haired man in front of him was able to withstand his round of fierce blows, and he was indeed a commendable opponent.

"Shhhh

The silver-haired man who had been severely injured by Lu Yuan gradually calmed down from his embarrassment.

He looked at Lu Yuan calmly and inhaled deeply.

Soon, streams of blood poured out from the surface of his skin.

With the blessing of this blood qi, the silver-haired man's body swelled rapidly.

"Click-"

His body grew taller, his once well-proportioned and slender body became thicker, and his muscles rose up like steel stones.

His blood-stained silver hair was windless, and the diamond mask on his face slipped off quietly, revealing a slightly hideous face with bulging green muscles.

“@#%……&*”

The silver-haired man sputtered an unknown ancient syllable, and his tone was fanatical and full of devotion.

His body began to glow slightly.

Centered on the island they were now living underfoot, an inexplicable force seemed to be mobilized throughout the Mosa Islands.

"No, don't! ——”

At the same time as this force was mobilized, the Eleventh Throne, which was standing not far away and watching the battle, suddenly let out a scream of horror.

Then he turned around and ran without hesitation, but after flying not far away, the whole person suddenly exploded and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The flesh that exploded from the Eleventh Throne did not disperse, but merged directly into the sky, rising into the sky with the unknown force.

The sea around the island began to shake violently, and there seemed to be some extremely terrifying existence hidden under the sea level, about to break through the water.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes and saw that the top of the silver-haired man's head was gradually forming a phantom figure belonging to the sheep-headed human body of the Mosa Sect's god of martial arts and hunting.

He immediately understood the other party's purpose.

"Sacrifice all the people of the entire island group in one fell swoop in exchange for more and greater power?"

How many people are there in total in the entire Mosa Islands?

Tens?

Or tens of thousands?

Sacrificing the lives of more than 100,000 people in one breath, the behavior of the first throne of Mosa in front of him can be described as madness.

Once he succeeds in sacrificing it, I am afraid it will become the most appalling cult sacrifice ritual of this century.

Lu Yuan watched as a thin blood mist rose in the sky, converging into the sky under the blowing of the sea breeze.

The illusory phantom of the god of Mosa Warrior became clearer and clearer, and he could even feel the killing intent that had been invested in the illusory shadow with coldness and anger.

With the blessing of this huge force, the silver-haired man's body continued to expand and strengthen.

Soon more than five meters.

The appearance of the whole person has become extremely deformed and ugly, his hands and feet have even become sheep's hooves, black wool has grown on his body, and short horns have grown on his head.

Bursts of violent, cruel, and chaotic aura continued to erupt from him

Lu Yuan looked at him.

Obviously, I can feel a strong sense of crisis approaching, but my heart continues to give birth to stronger and stronger fighting intent and killing intent.

Shura's instinct made his blood hot with excitement at the moment.

"Whoop—whoa—"

"If you can kill such an opponent. It must be cool."

The scarlet light in Lu Yuan's eyes shone brightly, and under the stimulation of the strong killing and fighting instincts, the closed eyes on his body kept opening.

And the open eyes of Shura provided him with a stronger desire to kill and fight.

It's like snowballing.

There seems to be a sea of blood in Lu Yuan's body, which is waking up quickly, and is about to overflow

However.

He quickly suppressed this impulse and desire!

"Shhhh

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and the eyes of Shura on his body closed one after another, and the vigorous killing intent in his chest was restrained.

"If it was a month or two ago"

Lu Yuan's eyes were as scarlet as a diamond, and he muttered to himself in a low and hoarse voice: "I will definitely let you finish reading it."

But now"

"I can't allow any more accidents to happen."

After speaking.

Lu Yuan danced with eight arms.

Lv2's Grandmaster's power, plus the move of the Eight Elephants Devouring Dragon.

Pure power stacks up wildly.

Under the posture of King Ming, he can touch the threshold of that "miracle realm" with this.

Now that he has been promoted to the Shura posture, his physical body and strength have greatly increased.

As soon as the terrifying forces were superimposed, Lu Yuan arrived at the door of the "Miracle Realm" in an instant.

And then "boom" "break in"!

Suddenly.

【Elephant God. Shura Posture (Legendary)] A skill on the career panel is directly lit up, and the light shines.

Lu Yuan felt as if he had touched the essence of the so-called "power" in an instant.

It's like a towering tree that is lush and green.

Lu Yuan caught it!

Oh no.

To be precise, it grabbed a certain branch and a certain vein on its body.

This vein melted into his body and grew rapidly in his body.

"Boom!"

Lu Yuan's eight already incomparably thick and hideous blood arms swelled again in the process of transplanting and growing with the "power of veins".

From the perspective of an onlooker, Lu Yuan's eight arms seemed to suddenly swell into eight large dark red balloons.

Then countless pitch-black ripples were born densely, but instead of spreading, they retracted.

These pitch-black ripples completely "dye" the eight giant arms of Lu Yuan into pure black.

Lu Yuan punched hard

"Hum—"

The entire void twisted violently at the moment when Lu Yuan punched.

A pillar of pitch-black light more than ten meters thick shot out silently.

In an instant, it pierced like thousands of volcanoes erupting at the same time, and the silver-haired man swelled.

Then with a "boom" he continued to rush forward.

The entire sea area ahead was completely pierced by a pure black light, and I didn't know how far it extended

When Lu Yuan completely punched out the power of this punch.

The whole person returned to normal, looked at the eyes, and then looked at his eight arms that were still immersed in power and trembled slightly

He also fell into a brief distraction.

【Elephant God. Shura Posture (Legend)] On the career panel, a skill that has just been comprehended is shining slightly-

Lv1 [Mystery. Power - Crack! 】

"Is this truly a power that belongs to the gods?"

Lu Yuan muttered to himself.

In that moment.

He felt like an ignorant child who inadvertently broke off the branch of the Forbidden Tree, then took it in his hand and waved it fiercely.

"Boom!"

The power of the forbidden realm was unleashed like a flood.

"Buzz—"

A dark golden shuttle with a sheep's head flying fast between the sea and the sky.

On top of the shuttle, two men and a goddess stood solemnly in front of a white round table, looking at something.

In front of them lay three finely patterned metal masks, as well as three spears and three round shields, all of which seemed to be made of gold.

However, these nine artistic creations, which seemed to be made by the world's top craftsmen, were all cracked at this time, as if the porcelain, which was only one step away from being completely broken, was about to be completely cracked.

"What's going on? Suddenly, I felt that the power of the true God was rapidly declining, as if it was departing from us."

A man spoke in a deep voice.

A man next to him said with an ugly face: "Someone has angered the true God and caused us to suffer unjustified calamity"

"Fang tried to call me, but it quickly disconnected.

Now I can't reach him

What about you? ”

The woman in the trio asked the two.

The two shook their heads, indicating that they were doing the same.

At this time, the shuttle flew over a certain sea area, and a faint smell of blood came from the shuttle's exhaust system.

The three of them hurriedly walked to the window and looked down.

At this glance, all of them changed their faces.

I saw that in the sea below, the sea was full of floating corpses.

Countless blood melted on the surface of the sea, almost staining a vast area of the sea into blood red.

The three of them rushed out of the shuttle for the first time.

Facing this scene, the visual impact becomes even stronger.

The entire Mosa Islands were soaked in blood, and a thick breath of blood, cruelty, desolation, and dead silence rose into the sky.

Looking down from the sky, the former "goat's head" seemed to be dead, and blood was constantly oozing out.

"What the hell is going on?"

"What about people? Is everyone dead? ”

The three of them flew in the direction of the central island with ugly faces.

Rao is the throne of Mosa and has experienced an unknown number of rituals of blood sacrifice.

When I saw this piece of blood-colored prison, I couldn't help but feel frightened and my scalp tingle.

They could see that these dead people should have been "sacrificed in blood".

The largest and most solemn blood sacrifice in the history of Moses.

And there was only one person in the whole of Mosa who was able and qualified to perform this blood sacrifice

That was the first throne of Mosa - the fang!

"Is he crazy? I have to come up with a reasonable explanation! ”

The three of them flew forward with ugly faces.

Finally, we are about to reach the location of the central island.

However, just when the three of them saw the scene on the central island clearly, the figures of the three of them suddenly froze and froze.

The expressions of the three people were as if they had suddenly seen a ghost, and they were all stunned.

I saw—

A large central island, almost completely reduced to ruins.

And above the ruins, a dozen golden spears stuck in the ground, and almost every spear hung the corpse of a former comrade on the throne.

In the middle is a striking diamond spear.

The diamond spear carried the corpse of a monster of a goat that was seven or eight meters tall and had a strange shape.

Judging from the monster's silver-white hair and the remaining fragments of diamond armor, it should be the one they had repeatedly mentioned before—the fang!

Of course, he's dead now.

The death was immediate and miserable.

A huge bloody hole was cut through his entire chest, as if it had been pierced by something terrifying.

Not only that, but there was a huge crack mark on his back.

This trace extends to the sea level outside the island, and the small half of the alloy island has been directly wiped out, showing signs of large areas of cracking.

The three of them stared blankly at the scene in front of them, and their minds fell into a brief blank at this moment.

Instinct allows them to piece together the truth of this scene from the clues in front of them.

Yet the truth. But it makes them even more unacceptable.

"The dozen or so thrones left on the island are all dead."

"They must have encountered a foreign enemy"

"The First Throne Fang blood sacrificed to the entire Mosa Islands and prayed to the true god for strength, and as a result. He's dead too."

"So."

"What kind of enemy did they encounter?

It's so terrifying that even the true God can't save them!

In the end, he was wiped out by the collective! ”

The three of them were enveloped in an indescribable unknown terror, and their bodies involuntarily trembled violently.

A moment later.

The three of them turned around in unison, like frightened flies, and fled away as fast as they could

(End of chapter)